Not every Void Pirate had space-type abilities. From the fourth tier onward, every spacetime-type individual stood above the rest.
How could they possibly become pirates? They could join any faction and do quite well.
Of course, Fire Mages in the void now received roughly the same treatment.
Any Fire Mage who survived and grew to a certain level of strength was talent welcomed by every faction.
Without space-type abilities, how could they intercept Teleportation? The answer was through machines.
Most adventurers also used machines for teleportation-based exploration.
It was not that they could not afford a Space Mage; machines simply offered better value for money.
Old Black operated rapidly, and dozens of points of light flashed across the spacecraft. Immediately afterward, a beam of light shot out.
The space in this region began to destabilize, and the spatial coordinates became chaotic.
Generally speaking, anyone undergoing Teleportation would choose to forcibly stop. If they forced their way through, the Teleportation Array might collapse, and they would ultimately die Below Space.
Then they saw a hand wreathed in flames reach through space.
The female pirate captain, who had been excited a second ago, suddenly changed expression.
She walked over to Marsha Hodgson, who looked like a caterpillar, and stomped on her abdomen. "Fuck! Didn't you say you only gave the coordinates to your friend?"
Marsha Hodgson coughed up blood beneath her foot. "I did."
"Can your friend directly tear through space?!"
This was not some small world with strange laws. In great worlds—or worlds with certain unusual spatial laws—tearing apart space was not particularly strange.
The problem was, this was the void!
Marsha Hodgson looked aggrieved. "He can't..."
I don't know what happened either. Hitting me won't help.
A huge rift silently split open in the void, its edges still burning with